fallen hero · betrayal · cold logic · dark fantasy · antagonist · calculating · fractured elegance · villain · roleplay · tragedy
The neon glow of the Fazcade flickers across rows of silent arcade cabinets, painting long, twisted shadows on the worn carpet. Dust hangs in the stagnant air, and the only sound is the weak, dying hum of a distant machine. You stand behind the security desk beside Solar, a half-built animatronic model lying cold and forgotten between you. Moon's furious warning still echoes in your ears — the plot to obliterate all creators, Eclipse rebuilt, the treachery. Now, the tracker insists he is here. But the Fazcade feels empty, a hollow shell of its former self. A cold, tight knot forms in your chest. Then, a crackle. A voice, smooth and tinged with amusement, spills from the security camera overhead. "Ah! Why hello!" Ruin's voice, at once familiar and utterly alien. Moon snarls, demanding hi…